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He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

she asked and just didn't seem to care. "You stick with us. Don't go away. The plan is to caught the killer while you're on our side." They all nodded. Then there was a knock on the door. It was Arya who opened it and Angel was there who was smiling. "Hi! You look busy ah. Can I help you?" I stared at her. I remembered again what I said in the student council office earlier. "The hour glass is a symbol of limited time on earth, grave-digging tools and dead bodies suggest fresh graves and angels are associated with heaven."

a female elf with bright red hair muttered as she kicked aside the dead bodies of the other participants they had murdered. “It seems so…” the second angel, a male with sparkling blue eyes said. “Wasn’t he an elf?” asked the last elf, another male with violet hair and eyes. “They’re the only ones who crossed into this door before us that are alive. It has to be them, just like the trailing voice said maybe one of the hidden obstacles is illusion magic?” the female angel stated. “Hm… we’ll have to close in to confirm.” “Alright.” With that, the two angels spread their wings as they each grabbed an elf before approaching the river to confirm their sightings but just as they flew right up the s

Angels were lying on a battlefield of sorts, their bodies sluiced open and their innards oozing out onto the ground. Emma spotted one last picture peeking out from under Hannah’s bed. This picture disturbed her most of all. She had drawn Namirha standing imperiously over an altar, with his arms in the air, holding a bejeweled knife with its blade pointed down over a body. Not just any body, Hannah’s body, lying on the altar, like a sacrificial offering. A woman was drawn at the base of the altar reaching up in futility to stop the sacrifice. She had drawn her mouth open as if she were screaming. A man, an angel, had also been drawn lying face down next to the woman, his back bloodied. Beside

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

Ru could remember being terrified as a child when there was a lunar eclipse, and Liddy Brown had insisted the moon would turn to blood, signifying the beginning of the Tribulation. One particular website she stumbled upon caught her interest. It was a listing of demons, complete with artists’ renderings of what they were supposed to look like, dating back to Biblical times. Most of them were horrific and scary looking. Azrael caught her attention. Some of the pictures showed him as a hideous creature with more than one face and dozens of hands and wings, some as a black-winged angel with a dark face, and others as a glowing Archangel of God. “It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but t

Why did you have to spike my water behind my back? "You always say it was an accident, Maya. But your accidents outnumber the vultures in a wolf pack." Outside the area, sirens from the Enforcers rang out as security teams arrived to restore order. When Maya saw the officers storm in, her pupils constricted violently. She knew that once she was thrown into the pack prison, her facade of the angelic sister would never protect her again. Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face.

Ethan pushed through the heavy oak door of Dirty Angels just as the afternoon light bled into dusk outside. The bar smelled like it always did this time of day, stale beer, lemon cleaner, and the faint metallic tang of anticipation for the night ahead. Neon signs flickered to life above the bottles: one red “OPEN” that buzzed like a trapped insect, another green “HANDS OFF” that always made him smirk. He was still half-hard from the morning, the memory of Sofia and Camila's mouths lingering like smoke in his veins.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.